Huaisang overhears the question, peeking around the end of the aisle as he overhears the townsperson she's asked laugh like it's a joke and brush her off with a "How silly! That's not very family friendly!" before walking away.

Turning into the aisle once the townsperson has left, Huaisang briefly makes eyecontact with Pam, then pulls his cart up next to hers, seemingly considering the different brands of pasta as he speaks quietly. "They're very disapproving of alcohol around here. There are liquor stores to be found, but they're very quiet and you don't want to be recognized coming out of one."

Murmuring the address of the one he uses, Huaisang glances over and gives her a tiny smile. "If you need more help, see if you can contact Sterling Archer or Ray Gilette. They're also not from this world." He taps his watch to indicate that's the best method of contacting them.

He genuinely has no idea that the woman in front of him might recognize those names. To Huaisang, they are simply the two people he's met here who can be relied upon to always have quick access to a drink. Well, them and the police chief, but he's heard some reports of people being tranquilized after crossing the police chief, and that makes him all the more wary.